Scarborough Fair/ Canticle Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt - On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground Without no seams nor needlework - Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain. Then she'll be a true love of mine - Sleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to find me an acre of land - On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Washes the ground with so many tears Between the salt water and the sea strand - A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Then she'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather - War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme - Generals order their soldiers to kill And to gather it all in a bunch of heather - And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten Then she'll be a true love of mine. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine. -Simon and Garfunkel